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Chapter Two.

Brendan's POV.

My head was pounding and cloudy. I was wracking my brains, trying to remember what happened last night, but all that comes to mind is me sitting in Stephen's front room bawling my eyes out over my da. I felt my brain start to wake up as I tried my hardest to remember what I had told Stephen, but I couldn't, what if I told him what my da did? I will have to go and see him, ask him what I said to him, I have no choice. At that moment I felt something move next to me. I attempted to open my eyes but there was a gap in the curtain and the sunlight was shining right down onto him and this body next to him. Where am i? I slowly forced my eyes open and looked to my right to see a small body, his chest rising and falling as he breathed still asleep. I turned my body slightly and looked at the beautiful man. Why me? Why, when everything is just starting to go right something or someone ruins it? Stephen starts to fidget and I see his eye lids flutter, he is waking up. He raises his eye lids, squinting his eyes he looks at me. He closes the small gap between us, places his chin on my chest and looks into my eyes.

"You actually alive then? You were well out of it last night."

I let out a small laugh. "Ye, sorry abou' turnin' up here like dat last night Stephen."

"It's alright, I understand. Do ya want some tablets, I bet ya got a banging 'eadache."

"Ye."

Stephen climbed over me, and walked into the kitchen, I could hear him banging around and a couple of seconds later he had returned with a glass of water and some pain killers. I propped myself up on the bed, and took them from his hands. I took them and then finished the glass of water.

"Breakfast?"

"Please."

He walked back out of the room, taking the glass with him, I stayed were I was for a couple of minutes until I could hear something sizzling in the pan. Even the thought of my da being here couldn't put me in a bad mood when I was with Stephen, I could hear him trying to hum some song, but he was shit, I didn't have a clue what it was. I stood up but had to stand still for a couple of seconds because I went a little dizzy. As I made my was into the kitchen, I started singing.

"Hey hey good-looking, whatcha got cookin'? How about cookin' something up with me? I don't know the rest of the words."

I placed my arms around Stephen's waist and started kissing his neck, he turned around in my arms so he was facing me, and I kissed him on his soft lips, and he returned it. I went to kiss him again…

"Oi get out of me kitchen, unless you want burnt bacon."

"Sorry chef Stephen." I turned around and walked to the table but as I did Stephen slapped my arse.

"Did you- Did you just slap my arse?"

"Yep." He replied with a cute little grin on his face, and then he turned around and carried on with the cooking.

I chuckled to myself as I sat down at the table. As Stephen cooked our breakfast I was left to my thoughts. I couldn't have spilled too much last night, otherwise he would have said something by now? I was distracted as Stephen placed tomato and brown sauce, salt, and knife and fork down in front of me. He returned two minutes later with two plates in his hand and passed one too me. It smelled and looked delicious, two of everything, eggs, bacon, sausage, fried tomato's, beans and toast.

"mm, I could get used to this." Before covering it in brown sauce, Stephen just smiled at me.

I was half way through eating a sausage when Stephen spoke.

"Um Bren?"

"hmm"

"Last night…- I froze, that's it, he was waiting for me to wake up and get some food down me first, he has tried to make it easier for the both of us.- you told me something about ya dad and well… um, I just wondered if ya wanted to talk about it?"

I jumped out of my chair, hands waving around all over the show and shouted at Stephen,

"Wha' Stephen, wha' is there to talk about? How when I was eight years old he raped me, huh?"

Stephen sat there in genuine shock, all colour had drained from his face he was as pale as a piece of paper. His mouth was opening and closing as he was trying to form the words to speak to me. I just looked at him, I stepped over to him and placed a hand on his back, and he looked up at me, but the words he spoke next I was not expecting.

"You never said- that's not what I was on 'bout."

Thanks for reading, i know this chapter was a bit short, but i am hoping for the next one to be a bit longer. Please leave a review. Thanks.